Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

I used to hate those silly rhymes

20 January 2005

 

I used to hate those silly rhymes

that tied my tongue in knots

No matter how I tried and tried

Success was never got

 

I’d practice all alone at night

When no one else could hear

But face the truth by morning light

Tongue twisters I must fear.

 

Who cares how much woodchucks can chuck

or for seashells she sells

Peter Piper had good luck

But pickled peppers smell!

 

So maybe I am still afraid

Of words that twist and turn

I’m not opposed to puzzles made

it’s just those I can’t learn.

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Like pigeons, endlessly flapping and fluttering

20 January 2005

 

Like pigeons, endlessly flapping and fluttering

from perch to restless perch,

our ship circled aimlessly on violent swells.

 

Innocent hopes of ever seeing land again

grew dimmer, as storm clouds delimit perception.

 

Fear becomes an unwelcome additive in this brewing cauldron

as the captain’s fallacy gets whispered around, placing blame,

and the mutiny rises and forms not unlike the raging storm

from which we may never emerge or survive.

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Watching the clock as seconds tick by

20 January 2005

 

Watching the clock as seconds tick by

Anticipating temptations so sweet

A thesaurus filled with words could try

And never capture the magic of homespun treats

Such gooey, chocolate secular decadence

Should never be questioned or denied.

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Sometimes I get to do the shopping

20 January 2005

 

Sometimes I get to do the shopping

Although I’d rather just be flopping

(Perhaps you think I am just lazy)

But grocery stores just make me crazy.

 

I never know just where things are

I always forget where I parked the car

This list of things I am supposed to buy

is enough to make a grown man cry.

 

I know where to find the milk and bread

I could tell you every magazine I read

But here’s a record that is surely hard to beat

Without asking for directions find the pickled pig’s feet!

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Tomorrow’s forecast

20 January 2005

 

Tomorrow’s forecast

Morality overcast

but somewhere the skies are blue

 

Temperatures will be seasonable

In this ocean of unreasonable

and somewhere the skies are blue

 

Monkey see, monkey do.

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Willfully wandering

20 January 2005

 

Willfully wandering in the wilderness of illusion

Disguised and hidden behind an ingenious façade

Oblivious and blind to those mired in confusion

Distance deceives, disappoints, like a hoped for mirage

Leaves me wondering just who’s in charge?

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No snowmobile trails

19 January 2005

 

no snowmobile trails

on Gilligan’s Island, sir

wooden peg leg frowns

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Whoopi Goldberg laughs

19 January 2005

 

Whoopi Goldberg laughs

the Statue of Liberty

has been caught burping

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Words made from vowels

19 January 2005

 

words made from vowels

useless telephone numbers

smiling with buck teeth

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